Dawn
I watched the building opposite
the hotel
Fill with sun
making bright
eyes of its bare windows
The palms of my hand
On the eerie pane
He made small
Cuts
On the back of my legs
And the scream that my mouth shaped became full
with squares of light
_________________________
In Her Head
In her Skull
Are
Halls
And
Walls papered by flesh
And
Halls
In her skull
Of
Walls
And
Halls carpeted with veins
Lined with
Daguerreotypes of Dead Folk
Glaring out
At her
From jaded
Frames
Serious, ridiculous, overblown, pretentious & warped, Alan K has written for Film Ireland, Streetwise, The City Guidebook, Pretty-Scary, GCN, Penny Blood, 3:AM and ButcherQueers. His fiction has appeared in Beat the Dust, Lit Up Magazine, Gold Dust, Parasitic, Dogmatika, The Bloodied Quill and forthcoming in Sein and Werden.
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Alan, I am a huge fan of your work. You so easily touch people in their most sensitive places, yet it doesn't feel as though I've intruded by reading.
He made small
Cuts
On the back of my legs
And the scream that my mouth
shaped became full
with squares of light
This is pretty intense and I pictured the image on both sides of the glass.
I love them ! as entities they are very powerful presences in my mind. Poetry needs conviction like this! For just when I thought it was becoming gruesome, I needed to remind myself of my own complacency, poetry needs to shake the mind up like a sistrum.
An alchemical use of words!
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